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When the states are aligned

The sharp edges of reason yield

To the muted, hopeful notes of what

May be.

Echoing a melody more true

Than sanity.

The rhythm of logic escapes me

When the dream comes on again.

Unguarded by the hard and fast

Of scientific rule

The chambered world of possible accentuates the fool.

A beauty full

A pleasure pool

Acquiescing, cool.

It culls the heavy heart and fuels

A spirit born anew.

The striking, infinite spirit of you.

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Doris 5 years ago

Lovely Fiona. I guess that's what poetry is, though it's never occured to me. Different things to different people. To me, this is how that first scent of a Spring day is like.


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fi fi 5 years ago from Niagara, Canada Author

Doris - You have the knack already! :) Thanks for reading and commenting...See you guys soon! XO


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Druid Dude 5 years ago from West Coast

Celtic cross and all, this hub is fscinating in it's simplicity. Well done.


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fi fi 5 years ago from Niagara, Canada Author

Druid Dude - Thanks for the great comment and thanks for reading :)

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